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Tuesday 2 August 2011

a pool and its environs

By the pool
I am the
shadow of water
thrown over grass
like a net.

Among trees
I stumble
bramble tangled -
a young boy

the rocks
I am a stone
fashioned from stone
complete as a stone.

an open field
I am smudged
like water paints
by dark clouds.

Someone felled
and perched
a silver birch
on a branch of
a silver birch.

Like bonsai trees
the fungi cluster
vying for size
and colour.
Each one bitten.

Sand rises
around my feet
like water.
Only the marram
grass holds me.

Flowering sedge
on marshy fingers
pointing me back
to the pool.

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kaykuala said...

There are goings-on by the pool to enjoy as a young boy. It would be fun. Wonderful verse!

Louise said...

Really liked the tempo in this one, as well as the atmosphere created - thanks Dave.

Carl said...

I am ytransported to my hikes and wandering as a young boy. great capturing of the sensations of the moments.

Anonymous said...

i like the way this poem does a full circle and returns to its starting point.

anthonynorth said...

Excellent nostalgia.

CiCi said...

You are so connected to what is around you.

When I was young I felt that way.

It would be good to remember this and re-connect.

Hannah Stephenson said...

Landscape changes us, doesn't it. Your poem reminds us of this.

Windsmoke. said...

A very vivid full circle journey of life :-).

Gerry Snape said...

such memories written so simply and profound. The rhythm of life. Thankyou Dave.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


This reminded me very much of placid Sunday walks in the forest.
A contemplative piece, which I enjoyed reading.


Anonymous said...

I liked the straying away from the human-crafted pool into nature that surrounds it, as well as the various flora you used. This was a lovely, peaceful poem. Thanks! Amy

Misterio Vida said...

going by the pool in this hot summer would be really nice...great post :)

lucychili said...

you are integral to the landscape
it feels like haiku

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely descriptions in this

Dave King said...

I do agree with what you are saying, but I used the word pool to mean a small lake, not a swimming pool. Oh, the devil of the language! - I think it may have misguided us.

120 Socks
I very much value your saying so. The tempo was all-important from my point of view, and so it's good to know what others think.

Such have been most frequent and most important to me at either end of my life. I do now regret the hole in the middle.

Hi and a warm welcome to my blog. Your comments are very much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time.

Many thanks.

We seem to have followed the same pattern,then? - See my remarks to Carl. Thanks for yours.

Absolutely they do. I think the efeect of landscape on the folk who live in it is severely underrated. I am posting today on Graham Sutherlend: he is a good example of someone who was made and then remade by landscape.

Thanks for that. Good to know that you think so.

And thank you very much. A very inspiring comment, if I might say so.

Thank you. Nothing more reinvigorating I think than a placid Sunday walk in the forest.

I found it so to write and am much encouraged by your remarks. Thank you very much for them.

Indeed it would. You tempt me highly! Thank you for commenting.

Yes, I was aware of the debt to haiku as I was writing. I am pleased you felt that.

Crafty Green Poet
Thank you for saying so. I find all feedback greatly encouraging.

Mary said...

Wonderful nostalgia, Dave. I love reading poems about others' childhood reflections.